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who for several days was the object of ridicule 

 by his associates. 



At Rhino Camp, on the White Nile, some one 

 I don't remember who suggested that we try 

 scrambled crocodiles' eggs. While I cannot speak 

 for the rest of the party, I ate the eggs from pure 

 curiosity. Were they good? Well, being pressed 

 for an answer, I will say that they tasted about 

 as I should expect the best quality of sawdust 

 to taste if prepared properly. 



The body of a monitor lizard (described in a 

 previous chapter) was also added to our already 

 mixed bill of fare. The meat was white and 

 tasted like alligator meat that I have eaten in 

 Georgia, reminding us of fried fish. 



As I have never been without food for more 

 than forty-eight hours, I cannot claim to have 

 been hungry; nevertheless, for six long weeks 

 I have lived on nothing but dried mountain- 

 sheep meat and tea. It kept me in good work- 

 ing condition but never satisfied my hunger. 

 No matter how much or how often I ate, there 

 was that continual gnawing in my stomach that 

 only fresh meat and good camp provender can 

 appease. 



I have spent several seasons in the Athabasca 



